Who the fuck uses “it” in Dimes Square? It's like they're tryna be extra, like some Sovereign-open-mic-poet shit. I see them at Clandestino, sippin' some art-kid kombucha, eyes all judgy behind those Warby Parkers. And I'm just like... dayum. They got that trad-Cath vibe but with pronouns sharper than a Guttenberg Bible. Makes my dick twitch. Keep it up, Bucharest. You're my favorite fuckin enigma.